Duchess Duchess Ay! is it not strange I should so love mine enemy? Guido Guido Who is he? Duchess Duchess Why, you: that with your shaft did pierce my heart! Poor heart, that lived its little lonely life Until it met your arrow. Guido Guido Ah, dear love, I am so wounded by that bolt myself That with untended wounds I lie a-dying, Unless you cure me, dear Physician. Duchess Duchess I would not have you cured; for I am sick With the same malady. Guido Guido Oh, how I love you! See, I must steal the cuckoo’s voice, and tell The one tale over. Duchess Duchess
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